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the hard love. isn't all love hard? i mean, i know there's the ooey, gooey, feeling all soft inside, emotional love. but isn't that just the emotion? to me, and i could be totally and completely off and maybe a tad, um, what's the word?, cliche? maybe. but love is a choice. right? it's not ooey, gooey to show my children to the 'chill out chair' when they've hurt someone. it's not ooey, gooey to choose to forgive when i'm really still upset. it's hard, hard stuff but it's love.
is the ooey, gooey stuff really love? i don't know. i do love that feeling, but i'm more interested in the choice. the no matter what happens, i choose you. no matter what happens, i'm not leaving. no matter what happens, i'll always be here.
ACK!!!, stop.
the timer scared the crap out of me. so, i don't even know if i want to read what i wrote. my thoughts get so tangled up when i try to put them to words.

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ReplyDeletegreat post and feeling the same way. as I grow old and experience different roles that involve so much love, the 'hard' question always comes to mind: 'would I do it all over again?' and the answer is always yes, for love.